I sit on the couch as I watch the hairstylist, Lou, style Michael's hair for tonight's show.
"Stephy's your sister right?" I hear from next to me and turn my head to see Zayn sitting on the other end of the couch with Harry between us. I don't remember them being there. I did take my medicine today, right? I'm pretty sure I did. Right when I woke up like I always do.
"Nelson?" Harry asks looking at me with worry in his eyes.
"Um... Yeah she's my younger sister," I inform them.
"She's coming tonight right?" Zayn asks.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure she's already on her way."
"Really? Shit I gotta get ready," Zayn says as he gets up and rushes out the room.
"He's had a massive crush on her since last year," Harry chuckles as we watch him rush around the room.
"I know. They've been texting. I'm pretty sure they're going out tonight after the show too."
"Yeah they are. He's pretty excited. So what are you doing after the show tonight?" Harry asks looking at me.
"Um.. Going home and going to bed," I chuckle looking at him. "I have work tomorrow morning."
"And you'll be back tomorrow for the show?"
"Yeah. I'm gonna come straight here after work. The more time with Michael the better," I inform him.
"And me," he smirks.
"Sure," I laugh.
"But seriously, we should hang out for a little bit tonight."
"I already have plans for a little bit before bed," I tell him.
"Yeah? Can I be included in these plans?"
"Um... If you really want to then sure," I shrug.
"Awesome. Then I'll see you after the show," he smiles as he gets up and walks away to get ready.
I meet up with my family as they all show up and go to our seats to watch the show. The show is just as amazing as I imagined it and I couldn't help but notice how Harry and Zayn stayed on our side of the stage most of the night. After the show ended we head backstage and to the dressing room full with sweaty, half dressed boys messing around. My family go over to Michael as Stephy goes to Zayn and says goodbye before they leave for their date.
"Ready Nelson?" Harry asks as he comes up beside me and place his hand on my back.
"Yeah," I smile at him then say goodbye to everyone and leave with him.
"Do you want me to get us a car or something?" Harry asks as we get outside.
"No," I chuckle. "We're walking. I don't live that far," I tell him as I start to walk.
"Okay then," he says as he runs to catch up. "So where do you work?"
"At an office building in center city. I've had the job for about five months now. It's okay. Not my dream job but it's still a job."
"Well what's your dream job?" He asks.
"To be a writer."
"That's interesting. Are you in school?" He asks again.
"I do online classes to get a degree in criminal justice," I inform him.
"Well that's not your dream job," he states the obvious.
"Yeah I know. But it's still pretty cool. I still like what I'm studying," I tell him. "With writing I feel like if someone likes what I write then they'll publish it. I shouldn't need a degree in English and not know what to do with it so I'm getting a degree in something else the interest me."
"Yeah that makes sense," he nods as we reach my house.
I take him inside and to the backyard climbing up the ladder that leads to the roof. I've set up fairy lights around the boarder of the roof and put an old mattress covered in blankets and pillows in the middle. My stepdad bought me a large plastic sheet that people lay on the floor while painting to cover the mattress in case it rains.
"This is my quiet place," I say as I take the plastic sheet off the mattress.
"This is pretty awesome," Harry says as he helps me. "I wish I had this at my house."
"It's not that hard," I say as I sit on the mattress and crosses my legs. "if I can do it then you can too," I chuckle as he sits next to me.
"This is true," he chuckles. "So Nelson," he says as he lays down on the mattress, his long body expanding in front of me only inches away, "tell me about you."
"What do you want to know?" I ask looking up his body till I reach his face seeing a smirk appear as he watches me.
"Everything."
"That's a lot of knowledge about someone," I inform him.
"I'm aware," he smiles at me. "Tell me about you. What you like and dislike. Stuff like that."
"Okay," I say getting comfortable, "my birthday is February 22. My favorite color is purple or mint green. Not regular green, mint green. My favorite food is Mac and cheese. I don't like school. At all. Not even a little tiny bit. Um... I live here with my mom, stepdad and two younger sisters-"
"Stephy and Sydney?" Harry asks interrupting me.
"Yeah," I smile at his knowledge of my family already, "Stephy and Syd. My favorite movies are the Harry Potter series. Same with the books. When I get older I want my own little library in my house. That would literally be a dream come true to just sit in my own little library full with books that I love. I also love Ed Sherran. I think he's a genius. Um... I don't really know what else," I chuckle.
"What about your dad?" He asks.
"Oh him. Yeah I don't talk to my dad."
"Why?" He presses.
"Because he's a deadbeat. Move on."
"Okay," he nods.
"Now you have to tell me about you."
"Me? I guess that's only fair huh?" He asks as he sits up. "Okay well my birthday is February 1st. So I'm older because I know you're 20. Michael told me already. My favorite color is blue or black. Can never go wrong with black. Favorite food is probably a roast that my mum makes everytime I come home during our breaks. I have a house in London and Los Angeles so I switch off between them. I've been really into the 1975 lately. They're even helping us record for our new album which is wicked. Um... Yeah I think that's mainly all those fun facts," he chuckles as he lays back down.
"I like the 1975 too," I say as I lay down next to him looking up at the stars.
"Yeah they're pretty cool," he smiles at me then looks up at the sky. "Stars are amazing."
"Yeah. This is like the only place you can see them because of the street lights," I chuckle.
We lay there in a peaceful silence just watching the stars and listening to the city around us. I hardly even noticed how much time has pasted until I heard my stepdad leave for work. I say up quickly untangling my fingers from Harry's. I don't remember him holding my hand. I don't remember him pulling me close to him either or him wrapping his arms around me.
"Everything okay?" He asks sitting up.
"You have to go Harry," I say as I stand up and fix my t-shirt. "It's late and I have work. Did we fall asleep?"
"No. We were talking about music. Do you not remember?" Harry asks standing up.
Great. Another thing I don't remember. I need my medication and I need sleep.
"We should climb down now," I say as I start climbing down the ladder. I walk to the front door and wait with him as a van comes to pick him up.
"I'll see you tomorrow love," he says as he kisses me cheek and leaves.
